All I’ve got
You don’t know me,
You don’t know how I deal,
With the things that I’ve seen.
You’ll never know what it’s like,
To sit around and listen,
To your mother being beaten and striked.
Every time I tell you,
You say “I know how you feel”,
Do you really think you do?
Do you know my pain?
The things that make me cry?
The things that I am?
This is me.
And you’re going to like it,
Take it or leave it.
You get what you see.
Say what you want,
Do what you do,
I’ll still be here.
You’re all that I’ve got.
